My Lord, what is the thing that I do
That pains You the most?“My child, when you carry your fruitless past
Along with youAnd tell the world at large
That for you there can beNo fruitful present.”
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 30, Agni Press, 1982
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